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James Whitcomb Riley - The Squirtgun Uncle Maked Me
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Uncle Sidney, when he wuz here,
  Maked me a squirtgun out o` some
Elder-bushes `at growed out near
Where wuz the brickyard--`way out clear
    To where the toll-gate come!

So when we walked back home again,
  He maked it, out in our woodhouse where
Wuz the old workbench, an` the old jack-plane,
An` the old `pokeshave, an` the tools all lay`n`
    Ist like he wants `em there.

He sawed it first with the old hand-saw;
  An` nen he peeled off the bark, an` got
Some glass an` scraped it; an` told `bout Pa,
When _he_ wuz a boy an` fooled his Ma,
    An` the whippin` `at he caught.

Nen Uncle Sidney, he took an` filed
  A` old arn ramrod; an` one o` the ends
He screwed fast into the vise; an` smiled,
Thinkin`, he said, o` when he wuz a child,
    `Fore him an` Pa wuz mens.

He punched out the peth, an` nen he put
  A plug in the end with a hole notched through;
Nen took the old drawey-knife an` cut
An` maked a handle `at shoved clean shut
    But ist where yer hand held to.

An` he wropt th`uther end with some string an` white
  Piece o` the sleeve of a` old tored shirt;
An` nen he showed me to hold it tight,
An` suck in the water an` work it right
    An` it `ud ist squirt an` squirt!
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